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DON GIOVANNI.                                     4ft
A Mysterious Melodrama,
Done into rhyme by W. T. Moncreff.
Air—" A Frog be would a wooing go."
There lived in Spain, as stories tell, oh,
One Don Giovanni— Among the girls a deuce of a fellow; And he had a servant they called Seporello, "With his primo, buffo, canto, basso— "Heigho !" sighed Don Giovanni.
He serenaded Donna Anna,
Did Don Giovanni; He swore she was more sweet than manna, Then into her window he stole to trepan her, With his wheedle, tweedle, lango dillo— 0 wicked Don Giovanni I
The commandant, her guardian true,
Caught Don Giovanni: Says he, "You're a blackguard! run, sir, do"— "I will," says Giovy, and run him through,
With his carte-o, tierce-o, thrust-o, pierce-o, And away ran Don Giovanni.
He jumped in a boat, and was cast away—
Wrecked Don Giovanni; Says he, "I shall keep the police here at bay," [pay, Then some fishermen's ribs boned, and made their lives With his stop-'em, pop-'em, seize-'em, squeeze-'em— What a spark was Don Giovanni 1
A wedding he met, and the bride 'gan to woo—
Fie, Don Giovanni! " I am running away, will you run away too?" Says he.—" Yes," says she, "I don't care if I do'*— With a helter-skelter, hesto, presto— What a devil was Don Giovanni'
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